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HTHGS:
An erotic story “TO CATCH A THIEF” (Written by the subscriber, Evil Bunny)
2
A.M all of the little boys and girls had gone to bed and the
time was ripe to go a-thieving.
Sarah
was a pro. Not a pocket or a lark, but a die-hard cat burglar....
and she'd never been caught. At 5'10" and 120lbs she was well
built and athletic from the tips of her auburn-red hair to her flashing
storm-green eyes, she was a picture of perfection. 3 months work
casing a roll, one night of pure adrenaline rush, and 9 months of fun in the
sun. She knew what living meant. Tonight would let her retire
to a cozy bungalow on a sunset-washed Caribbean beach for the better part of a
year with nothing to do except compare lovers. All she needed was
the matched pair of emeralds from Troy Avalard's Penthouse apartment.
And she knew just how to get them. She tucked her wonderful curves
into her dark gray full body spandex and tucked her luscious hair into her
skin-tight hood as she stood in the alley beside the 16-story luxury condo.
She grinned a quick smile as she watched the clouds roll in over the harbor,
effectively hiding the moon and taking care of any chance she might be spotted
during her treacherous climb, then she slid her fingers into the tight mole-skin
climbing gloves and moved to where the elevator housing made a small but
noticeable cleft up the outside of the building. The granite would have
been stark in the moonlight but the roiling of the clouds from the threatening
storm let shadows dance over her, enfolding her like a lovers arms. The
climb was relatively easy, if a little bit tiring and she was soon perched on
the bedroom balcony to the top floor suite. Glass doors and a complicated
safe the only things between her and another year of life, love and passion.
She carefully slid her lock-picks into the primitive bolt on the balcony doors
and the simple lock yielded to her efforts faster than a teenage virgin at a
prom. Oiling the doors for silence she scanned the room to make sure there was
no one in, not that she was overly concerned, Troy was out on his boat with his
newest little boy toy, she didn't expect him to want t o come back any time
soon. He was the type of man who got every second out of what he paid for.
She slowly slipped into the room, careful not to trip any alarms and
crossed the room to the king sized bed. Satin sheets, hmmm what a waste…
she thought to herself. She could almost picture herself lying on
them with any of a hundred men moving powerfully over her, inside of her, the
visions so powerful that she could feel the press of the seam on her body suit
against the warm cleft between her thighs. She knelt on the bed, much as
if she were straddling the lover in her mind's eye and sought out the small
button hidden below the level of the pillows in the headboard. Pressing
the catch, she deftly caught the small panel of wood that swung out and revealed
the hidden cubbyhole wherein lay the only gems worth more than diamonds.
Ice may be a girl’s best friend, but emeralds will let a girl play for a lot
longer. She slid her fine fingers around the lock on the cubby, caressing
the metal as if it was a man and she was willing him to give up his last
NOTHING!!!!
"You
probably don't want to move too quickly," whispered a voice from the
shadows. Then she heard a small spitting sound and the gray of the night
rolled her under, the dart stung only a little and she realized that things
definitely weren't going according to plan…
Marcus
was a burglar's burglar. He was the guy you went to when you
absolutely had to have the best, and his reputation was everything.
The harder the target, the better his rep when he ripped it off, the higher the
prices he could charge his clients. There was only one problem.
Two years, two top-paying jobs, both of them he managed to break in to just as
the gorgeous girl passed out on the bed had left with the goods. No product, no
pay. She was seriously crimping his style, and the little
gimmick with the phone that she had pulled on him at the last heist had almost
gotten him 5 to 10 at Joliet, courtesy of the NYPD. Saucy, daring, but
definitely a dumb move on her part, she really shouldn't have done that, it
was bad enough she pulled the heist in his backyard, twice as bad that she
almost made him take the fall for it. So Marcus decided someone would have
to teach the high-rolling chick a lesson. The Type that Daddy never could.
Marcus
silently moved over to the bed and tenderly removed the small hypodermic dart
from her thigh. He stretched her out on the bed and carefully pulled the
hood from her head, artfully arranging the cascade of wavy silken hair in a fan
about her face. Moving quickly but carefully he cuffed her wrists
and ankles to the four posts of the bed, slid a dark blindfold over her eyes,
then slid a slim switchblade from his pocket and sat on the edge of the bed
waiting for her to wake up. He'd paid Troy a small fortune for the
use of his penthouse, and was certain they would remain undisturbed for the next
several days. Now it was time to see whether she had the guts to make it
in the business, or whether she was going to just fall apart like so many others
do when they finally trip up.
The
first thing she woke up to was the cold kiss of a steel blade gently parting the
seams on her skin-tight suit, she couldn't see anything and the pressure
around her face let her know immediately that she had been blindfolded and
gagged. Not that she was about to scream anyway, It would be pretty
hard for her to explain what she was doing dressed like this in the bed of a
notorious women-hater like Troy. The question was, she knew for
certain the Troy was out on his boat, so who had trapped her during her
heist? More importantly what was going to happen to her now?
Rape wasn't out of the question, in fact the way she was bound she reasoned that
it was in fact likely, though no pro she knew would stoop to such a thing, and
most rapists wouldn't go to all this trouble when there was always easier meat
on the streets. These thoughts raced through her mind as she cautiously
tested the restraints at hand and foot hoping not to alert whoever held her
captive to the fact that she was awake. She felt the thin ice-cold
edge of a razor or knife of some kind as it lazily carved her suit into smaller
and smaller strips of material. As the back edge of the blade gently grazed her
cleft she couldn't help a small intake of air, a gasp of surprise to the
electric tingle the feel of cold steel excited in her. And surprisingly,
she felt the gag silently removed. Strong hands that throbbed with heat pressed
gently along her arms and then along her sides, as the thumbs barely rested over
her nipples. She tried to ignore what was happening, but her body
betrayed her as her nipples slowly came erect under the stranger's gentle
caress. Did she dare to speak? Or would that just get the gag put back in
her mouth. Sarah found it hard to play at a game that she didn't know the rules
to. The gloriously heated hands moved away from her body and for a moment all
she could sense was the breathing of the person on the bed with her. As yet she
didn't even know if it was a man or a woman. But she did know that whoever
it was hadn't given up on the blade just yet. She felt the knife slide
between her skin and the tattered remains of her night suit, in a few
second the suit had carefully been cut away, her arms and legs were still
encased in the sheer dark gray material and a small collar of the same material
remained around her throat, but the rest of her body lay uncovered, exposed
to the stranger who wielded the blade with such deft skill. She strained
harder at the bonds but found that they had her stretched so tightly that she
couldn't even get enough leverage to try to slide a wrist free. Her
struggles brought an amused chuckle from her captor and then again the dance of
steel against her silken skin, not cutting, more like they used the back of the
blade and ran it cunningly along the top of her breasts, then moving in ever
smaller circle until she felt the ice point as it teased at first one, then the
other nipple. She stifled a gasp, afraid to react in any way, ashamed at
the fact that she was actually turned on by
Her
cry almost startles him, He’s been with many women, and he has always
played to what they wanted. For the first time he realizes that in this
one case he can do anything he wants to her at any time that he wants. The power
he feels is glorious and it’s all he can do to not ravish her right then and
there. But this is supposed to be a punishment, and he knows that she
wants this as much or more than he does. So he forces himself to have some
control. He leaves her gasping there on the bed, her beautiful skin
reflecting the wan light from the occasional glimpses of moon outside. The
thunderheads are still rolling in but their power seems nothing to the savagery
he felt from her as his finger slid inside her. He forces himself to
step back from the bad and glories in watching as she struggles for breath
against muscles gone into spasm from the violence of her orgasm. He
slowly peels off his shirt and his tight jeans, sighing as he feels himself
suddenly free and gorged with blood, harder than he has ever been in his life.
It takes all of his will not to come right then and there, but he slowly gets
control and moves back to the bed… she lets out a small mewing sound as she
feels the mattress shift with his weight. If he has already broken her
then she must not be as sharp an operator as she thinks she is… but time
will tell….
Her
mind explodes with colors, sounds and sensations. And it takes a moment to
realize that
The
colors are just from the pressure of her blood pounding against her eyes, the
sensations are the shackles biting into her ankles and wrists, and the sounds
are her own cries of passion. In a moment of lucidity she realizes that
her captor is no longer touching her, in fact hasn't touched her for several
minutes. She can feel the warm wetness of her come running through her
lips, and the aching soreness from when she ground up against his wrist to force
as much pressure as she could on her clit… and she remembers that she cried
out in despair when that sweet touch was suddenly taken away. All she
wanted was to ride his touch she never wanted it to end and he took it away.
Why?? What happens now? She hears the sounds of him
undressing, and after a moment feels the bed shift as he puts his weight on the
mattress beside her. She is afraid to talk, afraid that if she says
anything he'll go away, it surprises her that that is the last thing that she
wants. He sits still beside her for long moments the only sounds
that of her breathing, then she feels a touch, just to one nipple, it’s
slick and warm, his finger, but coated with pre-cum as it slips silkily over her
hardened clit. She feels the shift of the bed as he strokes himself, knows
that he's staring at her body and that she can hide nothing from him. He
pauses again, and again the single finger reaches out to coat her other nipple
with a glaze of dew. "Not like this" she wants to
scream…. She wants it inside of her in one massive glorious explosion… not
in dribs and drabs like she is but a canvas for paint… yet she
senses that this is a punishment of sorts and dares not give voice to her
desires…. Because she knows for certain that if she admits to her desires, the
ultimate punishment would be to deny her that release. She feels the
slickness of his cum-covered finger slide up along her jaw and it comes to rest
in the cleft of her bottom lip, the silky slick feel of the cum coating him
is to much for her to resist, she needs to know more of him, she can't
see him, he won't let her feel him, he makes no noise, she does the
only thing she can…. Her tongue creeps out and carefully laps at his
finger, she tastes the slightly salty somewhat sweet taste of his pre-cum,
and beneath that she feels the warm coarseness of the tip of his finger.
She can't help it and murmurs one word… "More…."
She
feels him shudder beside her as she hungrily sucks at his finger, knowing that
the only way she might get what she wants is to find some way for him to lose
control, to make him want to fuck her as bad as she wants him. She
feels him shift on the bed so that he is lying more or less beside her, and then
she feels his tongue flick long the skin of her thighs… A moan escapes
her as she feels his breath against her sex and then she feels his tongue
running along the outside of her lips. She can feel him just barely
touching his tongue to her, as if she were a fine brandy that ought to be sipped
rather than drunk… and it's driving her insane. All she want is for him
to drive his tongue inside of her, to drink her come and lap at her clit, to
nibble on her with those teeth that he sank into her breast so long ago, and
all the while his hand is moving stroking at himself, and every drop of pre-cum
he carries on his finger carefully to her mouth so that she can tongue it off of
him, she floats in that halfway place, she can taste and smell his cum
yet knows he has not felt release, she can feel herself building, coming
to the edge over and over again but he refuses to let her go over the edge,
and all the while she remains tied in such a way that she can't even move3 to
help herself get off… How long will he keep me like this she thinks…?
How long can he resist the temptation… why won't he fuck me damn it?
She
tastes so good, it seems as if he could glory in eating her all night long.
He has never tasted a woman as sweet as her, and never had someone so hungry for
him as well. She greedily sucks at his finger and his rock
hard shaft oozes more and more pre-cum… he's almost afraid to touch himself
anymore, he's so on edge that the slightest thing could set him off… and he
knows it….
Her
fingers slowly slide the fine lock pick out of the seam of her right sleeve,
straining to think clearly against the waves of pleasure rolling up her body
from the constant rub of his tongue through her lips, praying she won't feel the
small shift in weight to indicate she has been discovered. Deftly she
maneuvers the lock pick in the shackle holding her right wrist. She let a
soft moan escape her lips to cover the quiet click of the lock yielding to her
expert caress. Carefully she slides her arm from the restraint, and casts
aside the blindfold, then in one sudden movement curls over and takes his
throbbing shaft deep into her mouth, curling her arm around the small of his
back to keep him from pulling away from her, she feels him hesitate for a moment
as her move takes him by surprise and then her mind is cast into a whirlwind as
his tongue probes hard against her and the three fingers of one hand slide deep
inside of her. She wraps her tongue firmly around his head and slides her
hand once, twice, along his slick shaft then greedily drinks him down as he
explodes in her mouth, thrusting his tongue as far inside her as he can, lapping
her honey drenched slit, as if he could swallow her whole. She lets her silken
tongue slide through the come in her mouth and across the velvet of his head, as
his cock continues to throb uncontrollably, then swallows and grins as she feels
it coat her tongue and throat… He slides himself out of her mouth
and flips end for end on the bed, pressing his lips against hers she can taste
herself on his lips, their slick tongues sliding across each other, nothing
seems to exist for either one of them except each others eyes and a deep urgent
need that can be satisfied in only one way…. She feels his still
rock hard shaft probe gently at her, then, in one quick movement, he buries
himself to the base in her, the hardness of him pressing up against her clit as
he rides her high… control is out of the question and she screams as she
writhes in her remaining bonds, She hardly realizes as he releases her other
hand and her fingernails carve bloody furrows down his muscular back as he
thrusts hard into her, Incredibly she feels herself building to yet
another climax, she can't breathe and sinks her teeth into the top of his
shoulder, feels the sweet pain of his teeth locking onto the base of her
neck and gives herself over to wave after wave of pleasure as she feels him
spurt again deep inside of her…..
She
wakes to early morning sunlight casting over the wide satin-covered bed, the
sheets still warm from where his body lay beside her last night. No trace
remains of the night’s activities except for the corner of a note sticking out
of the partially opened cubbyhole. She carefully swings the hidden cover
open and a photograph of a pair of perfectly cut emeralds falls out along
with a one-way plane ticket to Aruba. The note is short and sweet.
"T. Avalard. 1354 suite 3 Callo Gayone, Aruba, I'll race
you there…."
One
week later she let herself silently into the gorgeous penthouse suite and
cast her penlight across the den at the large safe. Moving silently
in her padded boots she glides across the room, just one more shadow on a
cloud-filled night. She presses her ear up against the safe and her agile
fingers start working there magic, convincing the steel vault to give up its
secrets. A faint click echoes against the backwash of the sound of the rolling
waves out the balcony doorway. She edges the door open, and sitting alone
on a display stand of black velvet sit two perfectly matched emeralds. She
pauses a moment in admiration to let the moment build, and in the silence hears
a soft breath. Then….
"You
probably don't want to move too quickly," whispered a voice from the
shadows…
Written
by Evil Bunny
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